The untold poem.
I, myself, a man. Sitting lonely in a room. Uplifted by music and ideas. Side-by-side a laptop, a keyboard. {And so on...} I write, I write, I write, Like a wild animal, Can't be set it back. I share this dream, I carried. I share this hope, I hold on. I share this faith, I believe in. I share this feeling, with million's of people. Always listening, and watching. I know you see me. Hi, my name is... Ahh, just keep on reading. Feel it with your soul. Understand it with your mind. Comprehend it with me. Together, we will write more. --Untold Poems--
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Why?
I was alone. I am alone. I will be alone. But why People always lie? I can't hear it Every time! And then They try to come Back. And i Don't understand it. Why?
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وردةٌ قبِيحة
و مَا الّذي يجعلُ مصطلحُ الوردة قبِيحة؟ -مَا الّذي تنتظرهُ من وردةٍ واجهت ريَاح عاتية ؛ وتُربة قَاحلة و بتلَاتٍ منهَا قَد ترَاخت أرضًا ، مَا الّذي ستصبحهُ برأيك؟
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